Honkai Star Rail x Reader Oneshots

Rough Time (Sunday x Reader)

Warning: None

"Honey you know that betrayal is not to be tolerated within The Family correct? You know that, right, Y/N? So what the hell have you been doing running around Penacony behind my back?"

His voice was quiet and carried his usual graceful tones, however, his words were hissed out with a sense of venom.

His ungloved hand met your own hands, sliding up to hold your wrist and tightened his grip on you. You could feel his nails threaten to break the delicate skin.

"Now...you must tell me what you've been fucking doing behind my back...unless you want to atone for your sins...yes?"

"Sunday don't do this...you know you don't want to..." You whisper as you try to back up.

"You've said that already."

He spoke calmly, slowly following your backward steps, stalking towards you carefully. "You should kneel."

His voice was stern, his hold on your wrist still painfully tight. It would surely bruise, leaving no doubt of his ownership over you.

"W-What!?" You whisper as you stumble backwards.

"Kneel. Down."

He commanded you, his eyes narrowing, his eyes holding no room for disagreement. He was no man of kindness in this instance - he was your owner, your lord , your... your God. And you had betrayed him.

You needed to atone.

"B-But Sunday I didn't even!" You trail off as his eyes sharpen.

"Tsk tsk, liar."

His tone darkened, taking on a colder, harsher edge. He held no respect for your lies to his face. He thought you were smarter than that.

His grip on your wrist tightened further, and he brought you in close, staring down at you with an emotionless expression - yet, his eyes told what his face didn't: he was pissed

"Sunday I swear to you my love I DIDN'T do anything!" You whisper as you kneel on the ground before him.

When you kneeled before him, it was like a weight lifted off his shoulders. A small smile spread across his face, and he kneeled down in front of you, bringing you into his embrace.

"Oh, my dearest, I know you think you didn't."

His voice changed back to its usual, sweet intonation, and his face looked loving as he spoke - as he reached for a rosary that hung from his wrist, his fingers working to lock it around your throat.

"There, there now."

"W-What sick game are you playing!?" You whisper in his face.

He smiled, brushing strands of hair from your face. His eyes appeared innocent, soft - but yet again, his intentions were anything but that.

"Is it so hard to believe I love you, my dear?"

His eyes glanced down to the rosary now hanging around your neck, his thumb tracing along the smooth, purple beading.

"You look stunning, by the way. That neck of yours never fails to intrigue me. So...fragile."

"...Sunday..." You whisper as his hand gets dangerously close to your neck.

"Hush, darling."

He whispered, his breath fanning over your face. He gently wrapped his lean, now gloved fingers around your throat, caressing along the soft skin of your neck with his thumb. His eyes held no malice or anger - it seemed he simply wanted to feel your delicate skin under his touch, as he always did.